“Okay then…why don’t you take a nice bath and then we can get ready to go out for some girl time.”
“Perfect idea.” Stomping my way down the short hall to my room on my way, I call out to her, “if my douche pickle of a brother comes home tell him to get lost.”
Thank goodness the bathroom was left untouched by my brother’s guest last night or Tiffany has cleaned the aftermath already. Either way I am delighted not to have to deal with it before I can sulk in the tub. The bathroom is small in comparison to the one in Parker’s office or to Royce’s for that matter, but it’s warm and cozy.
One shitty factor abou
t these apartments is the small water tanks. It doesn’t take long to run out of hot water. I must be in luck today because I am able to fully fill the tub. My head rests against the back wall of the tub and I start removing the pins from my hair. With all the hairspray in my hair I should probably be doing this in the shower. Sug sure knows how to make a hairdo hold.
Tiffany knocks on the door, “Hey, are you feeling any better?”
“No, but will you come in and see if I removed all these damn pins Sug stuck in my hair.”
She takes to her knees on the rug in front of the tub, and I angle my head sideways so she can check my hair. “So what are we getting into tonight? Dinner I know, but do you want to go out dancing afterwards, or veg out with ice cream and movies?”
“I feel like putting on my dancing shoes.” Going out dancing with my best friend is definitely what I need.
“There’s my girl, I need to run over to my place and grab some stuff. Can I use your jeep?”
“Yeah…keys are on the counter. Lock the door for me on your way out.”
Scrubbing all that extra hold spray from my scalp was a lot more work than I thought it was going to be. I should’ve had Tiffany help me wash it before she left. A quick shave of my legs and under arms and I am feeling much better. Tiff and I are going to have a good time tonight. I can’t wait to hear what she thinks about Parker Garrett. She might give me some shit over Royce, but I’m hoping she’s liquored up by the time I get to that part of my story.
I’m standing in my closet trying to decide on a dress for tonight when I hear Tiffany coming back already. “Hey Tiff, what are you wearing tonight?”
“A sparkly halter,” Kline answers me in a not so convincing Tiffany impersonation.
“I thought you were Tiffany, asshat.”
“Sorry to disappoint you, but it’s just your douche pickle of a brother.”
I roll my eyes at him as I hear the bathroom door close. Tiffany must have talked to him and relayed my message after she left. After going through half the clothes hanging in my closet I decide on a simple but sexy black dress that is perfect for salsa dancing. Kline is out of the shower by now and lying on the couch playing video games. “Tiff still hasn’t made it back yet?”
“Nope, haven’t heard from her since right before I pulled up to the house. She said she was going to take a shower and head back over here.”
“Well I’ll give her a bit longer before I call her then. She took my jeep.”
“Yeah she said her car needs a new battery.”
“A good boyfriend would get that taken care of you know.” I wink at him.
“Language sis, don’t say the b word.”
My brother and his phobia of commitment is quite entertaining.
An hour has gone by without word from Tiffany. She isn’t picking up any of mine or Kline’s calls or text. My brother is about ready to go looking for her when Charlie and my mom comes knocking on the door.
Kline lets the two of them in. It is very odd for them to show up unannounced. “Oh thank God you are okay.” My mom grabs me in an embrace and squeezes me for dear life.
“Of course I’m okay. Why wouldn’t I be?” I look over at my brother and he is wearing the same confused look as I am.
“Where’s your jeep?” Charlie asks in a cold tone.
“Tiffany has it. Why, what’s wrong?”
I look to my mom and she gives the impression of being on the verge of tears. “Charlie you better tell her what’s going on.”
“Look Kline, Brandi, I got a call about twenty minutes ago that said you had been taken for insurance that I’d pay what I owe to the Garretti brother’s. They must have taken Tiffany instead.” He doesn’t seem to be fazed by his words in the least bit. Would he be this calm if it were me paying the price for his short comings?